CELESTE
My scream died in my throat as the massive, blood-stained hand wrapped around my upper arm.
I expected pain. I expected the crushing force that had snapped Vance’s neck like a twig. I braced myself for death, closing my eyes tight.
But when his skin touched mine, the world didn't end. It exploded.
A jolt of white-hot electricity surged from his fingertips straight into my marrow. It wasn't the static shock of a doorknob; it was a lightning strike. It sizzled through my veins, hot and immediate, snapping every nerve ending to attention.
My eyes flew open.
The air in the car suddenly grew heavy, suffocatingly thick. The metallic stench of blood and the damp smell of the forest vanished, replaced by a scent so potent it made my head spin.
It smelled
